Chapter 2

1 - Talking

I heard the door open and close very quickly, followed by the locks clicking. I stayed in the kitchen a second, waiting for her but she didn’t come. I moved to the hallway and found her standing, leaning against the door behind her, eyes closed, her hands by her hips pushed against the door. I didn’t say anything, I just stood and looked at my amazing wife. She was still in the Barbie doll, porn star, outfit that she left in earlier today. However right now the skirt was high enough that I could see her pussy.

It was so mind blowing that she wasn’t trying to pull it down to maintain her decency, she must have known that she was displaying herself. I saw her body shiver and even with her eyes tightly closed I saw a tear roll down her cheek. I ran to her, grabbing her tight, pulling her from the door and held her as she sobbed. I didn’t say anything, I didn’t need to, my actions said everything.

I felt her arms move around my own body in the embrace. I realised that I felt something in the hand and I instantly knew it was the condom from him. Jacob’s cum filled condom was in her hand, now pushed against my back. My mind screamed NOOOOOO but I needed to be strong here, so I said and did nothing.

When she’d calmed down a little, we both walked into the living space and sat down. Even though it was the middle of the night, neither of us wanted to sleep. I certainly needed to know that she was ok and to talk through all my escape plans for us. As soon as she sat down, she immediately went to take off her high heels. I noticed her put the used condom on the table next to us. She did it without a thought and continued to take her shoes off. In my mind it was glowing red with a huge arrow pointing at it, it was utterly disgusting and right there in my line of sight. I had to use all my willpower to not fling it across the room, instead putting my attention back to my wife.

In lifting her foot to take off each shoe, she casually let her legs open wide and gave me a view of a well used pussy. It looked different, I wanted to know more but knew now wasn’t the time. I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from it, but managed to before I got caught. Her pussy, the condom, but I had to look at her face.

Once she’d settled enough I jumped up to make her a cuppa, looking back at her as the tea brewed. Her head was in her hands, but she wasn’t crying this time. It was time for me to say something, “Emily love, I hope you’re ok. You can tell me everything, anything or nothing, when you’re ready. I just want to know that you’re not hurt.”

She lowered her hands and looked up at me, she simply nodded and tried a smile. Her eyes were puffy from the crying, I’d never seen her like this before, it broke my heart. Bringing the cup over I sat next to her and took her free hand. “So you’re not hurt?”

Emily sighed and put her bare feet on the coffee table, something she always yelled at me for doing. It was a bit surprising, she was letting her propriety slide in order to gain some relief and relaxation from her hard day. “I’m, I’m, ok.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to smile at her. I had thousands of other questions and was using all my willpower to hold them back. She knew me well, and tried to help me. “Oh god Chris, it was awful,” and she took a big deep breath before, “You saw just then. It was like that.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t completely clear of where she was going, but I left her to tell the story in her way. I’d work it out. It was the least I could do.

“They just fuck you.” Even her using the world fuck, was unusual. It told me that she was obviously in a different place now, something had changed. “It’s like a cattle market, one after the other.” She held my gaze a moment before, “They are all sorts of men, all so different.” I nodded, that I understood. She sounded disgusting, calling herself a collection of holes, but I got it. I squeezed her hand as she continued.

She bowed her head, “They’re all so different down there.” She nodded at my crotch. I was shocked, it felt like a strange thing to admit and it was obvious wasn’t it? She continued, “I never knew.”

“What, that cocks are different?” As soon as I’d blurted it out I realised my mistake. Her head shot up, anger in her eyes.

“Yes, I’ve only ever had yours. I didn’t know.” She was cross at my stupidity. I got it. Fuck she was right, I nodded and tried a smile and a “Sorry love”.

She re-bowed her head, there was silence for a while. I didn’t know how to start the conversation up again. The silence killing me, I jumped to humor, “But mine is still the best,” not sure if this was a good gamble.

Her head rose and she had a smirk, “Yes dear,” deadpan. Then instantly her face changed and the fun and humor was lost, “Some were huge, Chris.” Her head bowed again, she didn’t want to see my reaction.

I sucked in a deep breath, I felt my heart miss a beat as the realisation of what she just said crept in. I squeezed her hand, “Oh god, I’m sorry love. Are you ok down there?” using her own words back at her.

I saw her nod her head and she repeated, “Some were huge, Chris.”

I wanted to ask her, ‘What the fuck?’ as I was now cross, but somehow I think I read something different in her admission. “So you...” I almost didn’t want to say it, lowering my voice to a whisper, “ ... liked it a little?”

My wifes bowed head bobbed and there was a sob, a clear admission of guilt. I couldn’t believe it, I didn’t understand. What did she say earlier, ‘It was awful’ but now she says she liked it? More confusion as she whispered, “I didn’t like it,” her head still down, “My body, oh God Chris, I’m soo sorry.”

I reached in for another hug, “It’s ok love, I’ll understand. Explain it if you want to.” I didn’t understand and I had so many questions.

With her head mashed into my shoulder, she mumbled, “I couldn’t help it, sometimes my body did.”

Was she saying that she did like it? She liked those men fucking her?

My mind exploded as I replayed her words in my head, ‘my body did’. I could find solace in that, a woman’s pussy was made to make her feel good when it was penetrated. So at some point it made sense that she would maybe enjoy it. “It’s ok, love.” I felt like a parrot repeating myself but it was what she needed to hear.

I took a punt and, reaching over to her bare feet, I slid them to my lap. Smiling at her I proceeded to give them a slow and deep massage. Her soft moans let me know she enjoyed and actually probably needed this type of relief and attention more than anything else. We exchanged a gaze and a moment of silence as our love for each other radiated. I actually felt good for the first time since this nightmare started.

It felt like the right moment to ask her about the others there, “Do the other women? You know, like it too?”

She pulled away from me and lifted her head. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked that. Had I gone too far? I was surprised at her answer, “Sometimes, yes. Jasmine tried to explain to me that just like a normal job there are some tasks that are ok and some are horrible.” God she was even talking about one of the other whores like she’d known them for years and that they were friends. “She said that sometimes even when the men are rough, it’s more exciting.”

That shocked me, “Was anyone rough with you?”

She nodded. I asked the next inevitable question, “Did you like that one?”

She scrunched up her nose, “I dunno.” Then quickly she covered her mouth, “Oh God Chris, sorry.”

That made me laugh. I couldn’t help myself. This entire conversation was absurd but the way she tried to apologise was simply cute. She giggled back at me. It was what we needed at that moment. We quickly stopped the short laugh, very aware of how ridiculous this whole situation was. It all made me love her even more so I told her, “God Emily. I love you so much.”

This time she reached for and grabbed me, “Oh yes Chris, me too.”

We both hugged and had a quiet moment. Somehow this was making it all feel ok. I don’t pretend to understand how or why, but it was. We quickly realised that it was nearly 2:30 am and were both suddenly tired. Emily had a quick bowl of cereal, a shower and we were both ready to sleep. We didn’t make love, that would have been too strange, but we both fell asleep feeling very much in love and aware that whatever tomorrow would bring, we’d work it out.

2 - Morning, Day 2

I woke up before her and quietly managed to get out of bed and sorted my work out, telling them that I was feeling better but not 100 %. They said ‘see you tomorrow’ and I’d stupidly agreed. So tomorrow, Friday, I was expected back in work. Something else that we’d deal with later.

It was about 8 am when I heard the letterbox go. Way too early for the postman, it turned out to be a large brown stuffed envelope, with nothing written on it. I opened it in the kitchen and quickly counted the twenties in it. There were exactly five grand here. I put it down on the table and sat looking at it. Quickly doing the math, at fifty quid a pop that meant 100 fucks. We hadn’t gotten to the details of the number or payment last night, but this was bonkers. There’s no way my wife fucked 100 men yesterday. Was there?

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard her, “What’s that?” I looked up to see her padding into the kitchen, still in her nighty, bed hair everywhere, she’d obviously just woken up. I didn’t know what to answer, as I’d only just open it and hadn’t worked it all out yet.

She grabbed a chair and sat at the table in front of me, “Wow, that’s a lot of cash.” She looked at the envelope.

“Yer it’s five k.”

She whistled, so did I. We both shared a smile. I showed her the plain envelope with no writing on it as she asked, “You think it’s for me?”

I nodded, “I mean I can’t think of any other reason for someone to post a load of cash like this?”

“But five thousand pounds?” she was doing the same math as me, “That doesn’t make sense.”

“How many did you...” I didn’t want to bring up the subject but it was here anyway.

She shrugged, “24 I think.”

CHRIST, just hearing that blew my mind. My wife had just admitted that she’d fucked 24 men yesterday. This was the first time we’d started to talk about the details. “But they charge...” Again I left it hanging.

She shook her head, as she recited, “Fifty for a fuck, ten for a blow job, or two hundred for no condom.” She then leaned across the table and grabbed a pen, pulling the envelope from me and started to write on it. I watched as she soon had the following written down -

BJ - 3 - 30 F - 24 - 1200 BB - 4 - 800 £2,030

And she drew a line under the £2,030. I reached over, grabbing the pen from her and quickly scribbled out the 1200 and changed it to 1000 and the new total to £1,830.

“Oh yer, you’re probably right,” and she giggled, “Still doesn’t add up.”

“Yer I know.” Proud of myself for catching her error, adding the barebacks twice. We both looked at the pile of cash. I quickly added, “Also surely, they wouldn’t give you everything you earn?”

She jumped up and ran off into the bedroom. What had I said? “Emily?” calling after her.

But she quickly appeared and sat back down as she dropped another few notes onto the table. I then remembered the old fucker from upstairs. “Hah!”

She nodded, “I’ll have to give them or show them that. They’ll find out.”

“How?” That could be our bonus, fuck’m.

“You wanna chance it?” she quizzed me. Fuck she was right, no chance.

“So the five k then. They made an error?” It sounded stupid when I said it. Though my eyes were now drawn back to the numbers on the paper. I couldn’t help myself, “Four men fucked you without protection?”

“Oh Chris, I’m so sorry,” and she hid her face behind her hands. How to bring a weird but light morning crashing down.

I grabbed one of her arms, “No it’s ok love. I was just asking. I know it’s not you.” I mean I dunno really.

She looked at me through her fingers, “Yer they made me, like all of it. I really didn’t want to. But it’s quite a big deal for them or something.”

“But what about, disease and babies’n shit?” I blurted it out and instantly regretted it. She looked like I’d just stabbed her.

“I don’t have a choice here,” she replied with a raised voice and slammed her fist down on the table. That caused her tea to spill and the cash pile to tumble.

Again my brain didn’t engage in time, “But, we have to protect you.”

I expected another outburst, but this time she simply nodded. I didn’t really understand but now wasn’t the time to go into it, it didn’t feel right. Somehow I moved back to the issue at hand, “So they’ve overpaid and not in error. It’s like a debt or something, you own them now?”

She shook her head, “I don’t know so. Why would they do that?” I shrugged my shoulders, “I’ll give some back to them?”

“How much? How do we know what your ‘commission’ is?” I cringed as I said it.

She looked exasperated, “Oh I don’t fucking know. This is all shit,” and she stormed off into the bedroom. I heard the shower switch on. I tidied the money up and put it back in the envelope. For some strange reason I took a picture of the cash and the envelope with my wife’s, and my corrections on it. Something about her writing down her first night’s whoring gave my balls a tingle. One that I didn’t want to admit.

She came back into the kitchen some short time later, I had a cuppa waiting for her. She smiled at me, “It’s still nice to have cash like that, though.” I nodded, I mean, yer it was, obviously.

I didn’t want to ask, but I needed to. “What happens today?”

“I have to be there at 11 am today.”

“God, really?”

She nodded, “Yup.”

“What, till 1 am again?”

“Narrr, I’ll be back a lot earlier.”

Well that was good news, I think. “I have to go to my work tomorrow, I can’t put it off.”

“Ok.”

“Isn’t being down there at 11 am just asking for more trouble?”

“How’d you mean?” she looked genuinely confused.

“Police and stuff.”

She looked sad, “I asked about stuff like that, they told me to not worry about it. When it happens they’d help me.”

“Really? So they expect it to happen?” I shook my head, fuck that was bad.

“Yer, apparently. Jasmine’s been arrested 3 times this year alone.”

“God!”

“I know.”

“What about, like people, you know, knowing?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “I dunno what to do. I don’t want any of this Chris.” She was getting pissed off again.

“Yer I know, sorry love.” I wanted to change the subject but my mind had so many logistical questions that I couldn’t help myself. “What are you going to wear?”

“Same as last night.”

“But isn’t it dirty?” I didn’t like asking it.

She nodded, then her eyes opened wide, “Maybe that’s what the money is for?”

That made a lot of sense, “Yer it could be. To get you whoring outfits.” As soon as it came out of my mouth I realised how harsh it sounded.

She looked at me daggers. Then she smirked, she was winding me up. “It’s bonkers isn’t it.”

“Completely,” I shook my head. “I have a load of ideas, to get us free.”

She quickly sat next to me and we spent the next hour going through how to get out of this mess. Each ‘solution’ was so risky and fraught with danger. By the end it was 10:40 am and we’d made no progress, no clue, and she was going to be late.

She stood up and turned to me before going into the bedroom to get changed. Looking me in the eye, she shook her head slightly.

“God I’m so sorry, love,” was all I could manage.

She sighed at me and turned to the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

3 - Working, Day 2

I sat in the kitchen looking at the money envelope while she was in the bedroom getting ready. What even was getting ready in this world? A shower and putting on next to no clothes? God my wife was about to undertake day two of being a street prostitute, a hooker, a whore. It didn’t fit in my head. It was so not how I’d ever played anything out before.

Then for some reason the condom and the needle on the floor flashed into my mind and my blood froze again. I couldn’t help myself as I called out, “Emily, love!” I waited.

“Yer.”

“There’s no drugs involved in this, is there?”

“Hang on a sec.”

I waited looking at the closed door to the bedroom. I expected her to come out to talk it through, or at the very least to reassure me. So I was surprised when she shouted back, “Narrrr, why’d you ask?”

So we were having this conversation through the door were we? I stood and walked to it, not wanting to shout it across the room. Leaning against the wall next to the door, “I dunno, some of the women there looked spaced out. And that Jasmine woman offered me all sorts.” As I said it I looked over at the cash, wondering how much that would buy. How much easier it would make all this.

The door with my wife’s voice called back, “I mean they do it there and maybe a few of the girls do it but no one brought it up.” Then after a short pause, “As I said, we’re there to do a job.” Did she just deflect the question? There was something about her answer that rattled me a little, but I wasn’t sure why. Was it that she was already starting to link drugs with her new job?

“Ok.” I wasn’t sure what to say next. I didn’t ever want either of us to get into that world. I wanted my wife safe, “Be safe, love.”

The door next to me opened and the hooker stood in it. I took in her outfit again, though it was the same as yesterday it still took my breath away. And something about it today looked even sluttier. Fuck my cock got hard instantly, I couldn’t help it.

She smiled at me which was a surprise, I thought I’d be battered checking her out like this. But not as much of a surprise as what came out of her mouth next. “Chris, I don’t know how to deal with this,” she indicated her attire, her body. “We’re in a shit situation that we have no way out of. You’re always saying to move on from something if you can’t fix or influence it. Well...” and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

Opening them she looked at me and smirked, then slowly bending forward at the waist whilst maintaining eye contact, “Bessie,” she swung her bra free tits in their top for me, “is going to accept it.”

I actually staggered back, nearly falling over my own feet even though my shoulder was against the wall. What the FUCK. I grabbed my own cock, involuntarily as my balls churned and my head spun like never before. The weight of her colossal tits swaying and stretching the t-shirt were out of this world.

She giggled and looked confused at the same time. She was pleased with the obvious effect it had on me, but there was something else. An internal struggle? She was fighting it, trying it out? Maintaining her position, eyes still on me, “You like what you see honey?” and she blew me a kiss.

Somehow she was taking it up a level, again. God darn, she was amazing. I gasped loudly, “Godddddd Emily.”

She frowned, shook her head and stood up straighter, “No, Bessie,” and smiled a wonky, awkward one.

I nodded, she took the short step towards me. Her tits now pressing against my arm, my hand still on my cock. Her own hand now wrestling underneath mine as she grabbed my cock. She leaned up putting her lips against one of my ears, breathing to me, “Ummm, Bessie needs a big hard cock in her nasty cunt.”

I about blew my load right there, somehow managing to hold off. I too wanted to fuck her right now, right this second. I pushed her back, she looked shocked. In one move I pulled my trousers and pants down, my ridged cock pointing straight up at the sky. “God, yes!”

She put her hand to her mouth in shock as her eyes darted between my cock and the clock. She bowed her head and whimpered, “Oh God Chris, what am I doing.”

My cock instantly throbbed its last throb as the magic was gone. I felt like a right tool standing there with my clothes around my ankles. Emily started to sob, “What am I?” How she’d gone from scared to horny to crying in seconds was a mind fuck that I wasn’t ready for.

“Love,” as I tried to make myself decent. But she pushed past me with my cock at half-mast, stepping out the front door. A flash of an ass cheek under her skirt was all I got as the door slammed behind her.

I stood there with my cock still out, rapidly deflating, half dressed, unsure if that was my fault, or just the next step in a now very fucked up marriage.

4 - Hot Woman

Here I was on a Thursday morning at a few minutes to 11 with nothing to do all day. I never had a day off to myself, we always did everything together. I was still standing in the hallway looking at the door that my wife had just walked out of. A shiver rolled through my body as I tried to picture her walking down there and what she was going to have to do today.

My mind was drawn back to the interaction we’d just had. How horny it made me and what that meant. I stumbled over to the kitchen chair and plonked myself down. Emily’s words, my own words, rumbling around in my head. She was right, I always said to only worry about things that we had control of. So was she right in deciding to try to embrace this? What did embrace being a whore really mean?

How long would this go on for? Will they make her work until no one wants to fuck her? Is there a pension plan for whores? What was I going to do with myself? Carry on working as normal, go about life as if nothing was wrong. What did we do when someone we knew said something? What about if it gets back to her parents, my parents, our siblings. Could we keep it a secret, should we even try?

I played through a conversation in my head where Emily and I told her parents. Sitting at their kitchen table, acting as a happy couple, explaining their daughter’s new exciting job. I kept replaying different versions of the conversation, somewhere we told them we didn’t have a choice, somewhere we talked about the amazing money, somewhere we were simply said, “yup she’s having a lot of sex, get over it.” Each alliteration confused me as I had no idea what their response would be and how we’d deal with it.

I gave up on that thought and my mind crossed back to escaping it. I’d not given up yet, I planned to start working through the options again. I needed to really make a plan and I had the start of one building. But before all that I needed to reconcile the risks she was taking every day.

Why would they want their girls to take risks? STD’s were real weren’t they? We’d never had one but the risk had to be there. The type of man that pays for sex isn’t going to be clean? I felt myself shiver as I thought about a tramp fucking my beautiful wife. His grimy dirty cock sliding in and out of her. Their juices mixing, her perfect tasty clean lubricant and his muddy, cheesy, smelly cock mixing. At least in a condom there was some barrier, some limit. God what would happen to her pussy like this? Was she able to clean herself between customers? She had 4 loads inside her when she came home last night?

I put my head in my hands. This was such a nightmare, we had to get out. To save ourselves, before it was too late. Before she died of HIV or got knocked up. Fuck how would we deal with that? She can’t go on the pill, we tried that years ago. Three types all caused problems so she’d have to get a coil thing? Are there risks with that? Does it really work? I guess we’d need a morning after pill for now? Can I get that for her or does she need to buy it? Or would they provide one?

Fuck is is crazy. I’m thinking about my wife getting knocked up or killed by an STD from these random men paying to fuck her.

That’s what it hit me, the bareback thing was simply a money maker. The risk wasn’t theirs, it was all her’s and the money went up a lot. Also talking of the money, fifty quid for a fuck, that’s cheep as hell isn’t it? She’s worth a lot more than that surely? I pictured the other women there, Emily really stood out. Bigger better boobs, a prettier face, amazing body. She should be commanding a shit load more than a lousy fifty quid.

I needed to understand these people. Her pimps. Or what their name was, their spread, their influence or anything about them. I should learn about our enemy, shouldn’t I? How would I gather some info and to what end? Maybe I could work my way into their system and take them down from within?

I laughed out loud at how stupid my own thinking sounded. However I did need to understand our adversary better and that I could do it safely, somehow.

Geezzz it was 11:30 am, where’d that 30 mins go? I looked down at the cash pile again and wondered what Emily was doing right now to earn this for us. I felt a twinge in my cock as I pictured her bent over a bin somewhere with a stranger’s cock going in and out of her. Like when she teased me earlier something about this aroused me. It wasn’t something I’d have ever predicted, even now I was struggling to understand why I liked it. Did I like it?

My stomach growled, making me realise that I was hungry and should try and do something today. Did Emily have a front door key, her mobile? When did she last eat? I’d soon hidden the money, had a quick bite to eat, texted my wife that I loved her and told her where the money was in case she needed it, and told her that I was going to go for a walk. I thought of driving to the nearest cinema to watch something, but thought that I’d be better close, in case. In case of what, I don’t know but I wanted to be able to run and help if needed. I was happy to get a smiley face from her as I stepped out of the house ready to have a walk. Did she have to be quick because a John approached her? “Are you free, bitch?” he asks. “Sure thing, honey. Bessie will take care of you.” Arrgh! I shouldn’t think like that.

About an hour and a half into my walk I received the strangest text from an unknown number. ‘Where are you? She needs her white, lacy bra. Bring it to us.’ I stopped dead in my tracks, who was this and what the hell did this mean? Had they gone by our home and found me not there? It was them, wasn’t it? Why did she need a bra? Why couldn’t she just go get it herself? I guess this told me that she didn’t have a key or she didn’t want to give it to them. I stopped trying to over-think it and started to walk back home while typing and retyping my reply before I eventually sent ‘Ok, but where do I bring it?’ I’d removed the ‘Who are you?’ from the message about 8 times before I ended up sending what I did. But then as a separate message I sent it anyway. My fingers shaking as I hit send.

Within a few minutes, there was a reply from the same unknown number ‘The bridge from yesterday. Bestwood’. What was Bestwood? Was that the person’s name? His, or her, gang name or something? I replied with a simple ‘k’. I was wondering if this was her handler and if I could ask other questions but I thought better of it at this point. Instead choosing to securely search for Bestwood online as I made my way back home. So Bestwood was an estate area north of us, I was surprised that I’d never heard of it. But then I stumbled across the real news, Bestwood was a gang, a big gang. Ok so this is who I was dealing with.

Arriving home, I quickly popped in and felt very strange going through Emily’s underwear draw. She had three white bras, but only one that really matched the request of lacy. I stood there a second with my wifes bra in hand. What the hell was I doing? I was standing here about to deliver a bra to someone for my wife that was likely fucking or sucking some strangers. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, viewing my life through some crazy porn filter. And why the hell did they need a bra for her now?

Deciding that there was no point in trying to second-guess the reason why I left our home, but not before putting her bra in a little bag. I didn’t want to walk down there with an obvious bra in my hand. What would the neighbours think? ‘Neighbours!’ I laughed out loud to myself thinking about Emily’s last interaction with one of them.

I walked down there faster than I expected, I guess hoping to check that my wife was ok. As I got near the tunnel thing, which I’d guessed was the Bridge as he called it, I was surprised to only see one person there. He was a young Pakistani man, maybe 18, maybe younger. I was expecting to see Emily or, I dunno, some other hookers? He eye balled me as I stood there looking lost. Starting to feel I was in the wrong place, he shouted to me, “What’ya want?”

I could barely understand him. Taking a few steps towards him, “I was asked to bring something down here.” I really wasn’t sure that I was in the right place at all. He looked at me blankly, so I tried to confirm where I was, “This known as the Bridge?” Still a blank look from him, could he not understand me? I took a risk, “Bestwood asked me to bring something.”

He simply held out his hand, I looked at it blankly. Did he expect me to hand it to him? Who was he even? I looked around us, there was no one in sight. We were a few steps into the tunnel, into the dark, so I could see a bit more than yesterday. There really was no one else here. His hand was still outstretched, palm up and open. Could I find out some info from this boy, was this my chance? I’d try it, “Is my w...” I caught myself, “Is Bessie here?”